He raises his fist. I close my eyes. Maybe that’s cowardly, but I don’t want to see anything anymore.
Then I hear an explosion like the house is ripping apart.
My eyes fly open. Casey is all I can see, but he’s not looking down at me anymore. The color has drained from his face. He’s staring open-mouthed at the remnants of his destroyed door.
And when I follow his line of sight, all I can think is…
It’s been twelve minutes since Willow snuck in. Six minutes since Casey followed.
I’m getting f*****g impatient. But I force myself to stay still.
Gaiman flashes a glance my way. “Are we just gonna sit here and wait?”
“For her to realize she needs me.”
It takes an inordinate amount of energy to keep my leg from bouncing up and down. As a don, I know how to be patient. But this is torture
